My father was a ranger and, as a kid, I was always curious when he went to work. I wondered about all the things he would see each day. He would come back with amazing stories and I wanted to be like him. I would even wear his uniform when he left it at home. When I was old enough, he brought me to the ranger station and I began my training. That is when I learned that the work my father was doing was very difficult. Even so, it was fantastic to finally experience the realities of all things he had told me as a kid.

I have to admit that my life as a ranger is bit more eventful than I would like, but I am optimistic that things will get better. I am now stationed at Kibati, where we have begun tourist treks up the Nyiragongo volcano again.